So,landing here on July 14th with all hopes and dreams and 2 lazy weeks spent in California was by far the best thing that had happened to me.What am I chasing after?Well,if I knew that I would tell you.
So until the funding was confirmed everything around me seemed in monochrome.Life became much brighter after the "financial aspect" was taken care of.
Things started getting downhill as pressure mounted.Life as I knew it seemed to have never existed.And even if it did it seemed to hover near the horizon.As I chased after it more and more it started moving away from me further and further.From a person trying to hold on to every piece of her past I have become someone struggling to hold on to atleast one distant faint memory of my motherland to keep me warm.Life as I knew it ceased to exist.
Still there is a trace of hope hovering somewhere between fading away and becoming stronger,waiting for my decision.Would I destroy it or keep going on?If I did trudge along what am I running after?Is it all worth it?
I just hope time can give me some answers.
100 days in the USA and still counting..
Until the next one,
Gaya :)
